There are no sacred places for us,
Just the distant view from your windows
Of churches and streets,
Even the diner is tainted
Where we talked, then walked
Not the old office
That once overlooked parking lots
Now filled with development greed,
Not even the German bar
Which is no longer German,
Only the bar where I abandoned you
I float like a body-less spirit
with no place I can haunt,
no view I can take on
except the shores
of this holy river we
both share
but apart,
separate,
you locked in your world,
while I'm chained in mine.
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